tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post8947548832575929408..comments2016-12-09T08:09:12.815-08:00Comments on Jill Outside: My grandma's prayers have been answeredJill Homernoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-70061344145262938882007-04-30T21:12:00.000-07:002007-04-30T21:12:00.000-07:00Umm..arctic swim...sends warning signals in my min...Umm..arctic swim...sends warning signals in my mind for some reason.<BR/><BR/>As for the poor luck, well, I'm sure that is temporary.<BR/><BR/>You should think about crewing for someone doing RAAM or RAO or some other ultra event during your recovery time. This way you still get to hang out in the atmosphere of the event, and there's a wealth of knowledge to be had in crewing.<BR/><BR/>Use your down time to train the mind. You'll be too busy training the body when you regain your health.<BR/><BR/>DGNeve_r_esthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13329919180492986371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-24616273316875999252007-04-30T14:15:00.000-07:002007-04-30T14:15:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.pantxo petatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08583311350449316606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-83478830299268832322007-04-30T11:06:00.000-07:002007-04-30T11:06:00.000-07:00Sorry about the string of bad luck. I was looking ...Sorry about the string of bad luck. I was looking forward to reading about your swimming experience.Ni Yachenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17402963325941948492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-40387573349127647332007-04-30T06:21:00.000-07:002007-04-30T06:21:00.000-07:00Give her back her camera Dr. Logan!Give her back her camera Dr. Logan!juanchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-80662325318901904362007-04-29T23:58:00.000-07:002007-04-29T23:58:00.000-07:00Be sure to spread the word that you're missing a d...Be sure to spread the word that you're missing a day-glo orange wetsuit. When I lived in Sitka my bike was stolen; I spread the word that it was gone and a fisherman found it a couple weeks later by the harbor. It would seem the thief realized they wouldn't be able to do anything with it since everyone knew it was mine. Small islands, and all that.Dr. Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16542493767359114575noreply@blogger.com